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A Confused Voice.

We hear: thy words waken Oblivion.

Demogorgon.

Spirits, whose homes are flesh; ye beasts and birds,

Ye worms and fish; ye living leaves and buds;
Lightning and wind; and ye untamable herds,
Meteors and mists, which throng air's solitudes:

A Voice.

Thy voice to us is wind among still woods.

Demogorgon.

Man, who wert once a despot and a slave,

A dupe and a deceiver! a decay,
A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day:

All.

Speak: thy strong words may never pass away.